Nance5 Allison was busy about her work in the scoured6 kitchen, with Sonny Fair following her like a small-sized shadow.
In the dim regions beyond Mrs. Allison was in bed with a “sick headache.” The balls of the carpet-rags had been sadly put away, all finished and ready for the loom7, but farther away from that desired goal than ever. It seemed to Nance that that carpet was the last straw, the ridiculous small pressure that had all but snapped the thread of her control. Whenever she thought of Kate Cathrew she thought not of her Pappy, not of Bud with his sagging8 shoulder, not of her burned stacks and her field of growing corn, but of the bare floors of her poor home.
There was a frown between her golden brows these days, a grim set to her lips, and she spent many hours on her knees beside her bed praying for guidance, for strength to keep to her narrow way. But the “stirrings” that she felt inside her in the spring had become a seething9 turmoil10 of passion, hard to hold.
“I’m like the patriarchs of old,” she thought to herself, “filled with righteous wrath11. If it wasn’t that I have the light of the New Testament12 I’m afraid I’d go forth13 and slay14 my enemies, or try to.”
“What you whimpering about, Nance? Tell me, too,” said the child hugging her knees and looking adoringly up with his soft brown eyes.
“My gracious! Was I whimpering, Sonny?” she asked aghast, “I must be getting pretty far gone, as Brand says. Nance was thinking, that’s all—thinking about bad things that make her heart ache.”
She nodded.
“Yes—they’re ours, all right. Yours and Brand’s and mine.”
There was a vague comfort in this association, in the common cause that seemed to bind16 her and hers to Brand and Sonny Fair.
Brand and Sonny Fair—her thoughts went off on the tangent which those two names always started.
It was part of the trouble which made the frown habitual—the frown, so alien to the sweet and open face of this girl.
Always there was under the surface of her mind the running question—What was Brand Fair to Sonny? And always there lurked17 in the dim background the word—Father. Was it true? Was the child his son? And if it was true—where and who was the mother?
A deep and terrible ache seemed to take her very bones at this thought—a misery18 which she could not understand.
She shook herself and sighed and tried to smile down at the boy, but the effort was a failure.
“Nance,” he asked soberly, “don’t you love me any more?”
The girl dropped on her knees and gathered him to her breast in a fierce gesture.
“Love you? Honey child, Nance loves every inch of your little body! She loves you so well she’s scared to death Brand will come along some day and want to take you away again!”
She sat back on her heels and smiled at him, this time successfully. If there was one spot of light in the darkness of her troubles it was the child. Always his pleading eyes, his shy caresses19 could lighten the load.
And so it was that presently she fell to laughing in her old light-hearted way, sitting back on her heels on the clean white floor and rolling the child this way and that.
Screams of delight from Sonny punctuated20 the strokes of his bare feet as he kicked in the hysterical21 ecstasy22 of Nance’s fingers “creep-mous”-ing up his little ribs23.
They did not see Bud standing24 in the door, so absorbed in their game were they, until he moved and his shadow fell across them.
Nance turned her laughing face up to him—and stared with the laughter set upon it.
“Bud,” she cried, “what’s up? What——”
“The rustlers were out last night,” he said slowly with a strange hesitation—“I met Old Man Conlan going down to Cordova—a man was shot—they think it is—the prospector26—Smith.”
For a moment Nance sat still on her heels, her mouth open, the sickly lines of laughter still around it.
For the first time in her life the bright sunlight faded out and Nance Allison, who had fought so long and hard against tremendous odds30,—who had held her battle line and borne all things with the courage of a strong man swayed back upon the floor.
Bud sprang forward to left her up, but already the weakness was passing and she put him aside, getting to her feet.
She forgot the child at her knee.
“His enemies——” she was muttering to herself, “and mine—they got him—at last—just as they tried to get me—and Jehoshaphat rose and went against his enemies—and the Lord was with him—I—I—Bud, give me that gun.”
She took the rifle out of his hands with a savage31 motion and went from the cabin, swaying like a drunkard.
At the corner of the stable she came face to face with Fair, who was just coming up from the river on Diamond.
“You?” she said presently. “You—Brand?”
The man saw at once that there was something gravely wrong and dismounted quickly.
He came forward and laid a hand on hers where it grasped the weapon.
“Sure—my dear,” he said carefully, “don’t look so, Nance—I’m all right. Let me have this,” and took the gun away.
He put his right arm gently around her and looked over her head at her brother.
“Tell me,” his eyes commanded.
“I just told her what I heard this morning,” said Bud, “that a man was shot by rustlers and that it was Smith—you. She said something about one of the Bible men who went out and slew33 his enemies—and she was starting for Sky Line, I think.”
There was no need to ask more, for Nance had covered her face with her shaking hands and bending forward on Fair’s breast was weeping terribly.
The man drew her close and held her, and the dark eyes that gazed down at her shining head with its neat braids, were grave and very tender.
At last he said quietly, “It was our friend, Sheriff Selwood, but he is not dead. He’s at his ranch34, but he cannot talk—and no one knows who shot him. Sky Line drove down this morning—all regular and humdrum35. McKane says Selwood knows—that he tried to tell him who the rustlers of Nameless are, but that he could not. When he comes round there’ll be something doing in this neck of the woods, or I miss my guess. Come, Nance—aren’t you going to invite me to dinner? I’ve got four prime grey squirrels in my saddle-bags, and my canteen’s full of honey—found a bee tree down the river.”
And with the gentle tact36 of deep understanding and something more, Fair drew Nance back from the edge of tragedy to the safe ground of the commonplace.
She straightened up, wiped her hands down across her cheeks and looked at him with eyes in which the tears still glistened37.
“I thought,” she said unsteadily, “that Kate Cathrew had had you shot.”
“She’ll have to get up earlier than I do if she pulls that trick,” he laughed, “I’ve been too long on guard.”
Two days later Nameless was ringing with the news of the raid and Bossick was grim and silent.
When the Sky Line riders came back from their drive they rattled38 into Cordova for the mail and stood on the porch.
“Still watchin’ your range?” queried39 Provine insolently40 as he swung out of his saddle and without a word the rancher leaped for him. He caught him by the neck and they both fell under Silvertip’s feet. The horse sprang away and in a second the two men were trying to kill each other with all the strength there was in them.
He was a heavy man, stocky and square, with tremendous thews, but the other was the wiry type and younger, so that they were not so unevenly42 matched, and it bade fair to be a lively affray.
But Big Basford, temper flaming as usual, pulled his gun from the holster and flung it down in line.
“Roll over, Sud!” he shouted, “I’ll fix him!”
Provine endeavored to roll away from Bossick, but the rancher held him, pounding him the while with all the fury of outraged43 right, and the blue gun-muzzle44 in Basford’s hand traveled with their convolutions, seeking a chance to kill his man.
The huge unkempt body leaned down from its saddle, the red eyes glittered and that traveling muzzle stretched closer to the men on the ground. It looked like certain death for Bossick, when there came the sudden crack of a gun from the doorway45, and the weapon dropped from Basford’s broken hand. The horse he was riding screamed and reared with a red ribbon spurting46 from its breast where the glancing ball had seared it.
“I’m sorry to hurt the horse,” said Smith the prospector, watching the group with narrow dark eyes above the steady barrel, “but I’m not so particular with assassins. We’ll see fair play.”
And they did see fair play, a tense and silent gathering47 the Sky Line men sitting their horses on the one side, McKane, Smith, the bearded man from the Upper Country who had witnessed another fight on the same spot, and several more, on the other.
It was stone-hard fair play without quarter, and when it was over Bossick rose, a bloody48 and disheveled figure, and glared at the riders.
“Take him home,” he said, “to your rustlers’ nest, you —— —— ——!”
“That’s fighting talk, Bossick,” said Caldwell in a thin voice, “but this ain’t th’ time or place.”
“You’re damn right, it ain’t!” said Bossick, “not when there’s even numbers and no odds for you! You’ll wait for dark and one man alone—like Price Selwood was.”
Sud Provine, getting dizzily to his feet, shot a lightning glance at the speaker. His pulped49 face lost a shade of color. No one spoke50 and Bossick went on.
“When Selwood comes round I’m layin’ there’s goin’ to be such a stir-up as this country never saw—and don’t you forget it!”
“Comes round?” said Caldwell, as if the words were jerked from him against his will.
“Yes—comes round so he can talk—can tell what he knows of the rustlers of Nameless and who was the dirty skunk51 that shot him in the back. There’s a good coil rope inside this store that’s going to make history for the Deep Heart cattle country.”
“Hell!” said Caldwell, and laughed in a high thin treble as he pulled his horse around, “you’re amusin’, Bossick.”
“Yes,” snapped Bossick balefully, “your whole bunch seems quite hilarious52. Now, get out of Cordova.”
Without another word being passed on either side the Sky Line men rode out in a compact bunch, Provine and Basford nursing their hurts, the rest silent.
Bossick turned to the stranger.
“I want to thank you, Mister,” he said, “for being here.”
“It was a very great pleasure,” said Brand Fair, alias53 Smith. “I thought perhaps I’d forgotten how to shoot.”
With that he mounted Diamond and rode away, but two hours later he was waiting for Bossick on his home trail, where he intercepted54 him.
“Mr. Bossick,” he said, “I think you’re solid, so I take this liberty. I want to tell you that Sheriff Selwood and myself have picketed55 Sky Line for some weeks, alternately—so it was a Cathrew man who shot him, beyond question. Now let’s talk.”
A little later Bossick knew all that Brand and the sheriff knew concerning the hidden passage that opened into Blue Stone, and he was softly profane56 with amazement57.
“There’s Old Man Conlan,” he told Fair, “and Jermyn and Reston farther up, who can be depended on. We’ll go to them at once.”
“I didn’t trust McKane,” said Fair, “do you?”
“In one way he’s all right—in another, no. He’s crazy over Cattle Kate Cathrew and would certainly serve her if possible. It’s best he doesn’t know any more than he does. You were wise to come out here to talk.”
Fair laughed.
“I’ve set a guard around the sheriff’s house,” he said, “put six of his cowboys on double shift. I knew they would find out that he is still alive and might try to finish the job—so he would never talk—Sky Line, I mean. And now, Mr. Bossick, I think we’d better go talk to Jermyn and the rest. I’m only sorry Selwood isn’t able to be with us.”
“This is a pretty bunch to bring back to me, Caldwell,” said Kate Cathrew, tapping her foot with a whip, “one man disabled and another pounded into jelly. Who’s this damn stranger who’s so handy with his gun?”
“Name’s Smith,” said the foreman sulkily, “and I’d better tell you right now, that Selwood isn’t dead. He’s alive and they’re waiting for him to come round so he can—talk.”
Cattle Kate’s face flamed red.
“Not dead? Bring Provine here!”
But she would not wait as was her wont58 when summoning her men. She whirled and strode along the veranda59 to meet Provine who came in no good grace.
“I’ve a notion to kill you on the spot!” she cried furiously, “you fool bungler60! Of all the crazy, wild, impossible things! Why didn’t you get that man? The one person in the world who knew of The Flange61 and Rainbow’s Pot behind! You let him get away!”
“Done my best,” said the man evilly, “an’ to hell with those who don’t like it.”
Quick as a flash the woman raised her whip and struck him.
With a roar he returned the blow, and Big Basford who had followed, leaped for him, clawing with his good hand, but Caldwell knocked Provine down instead.
“Take him away,” said Kate Cathrew coldly, her hand at her cheek, “Lawrence Arnold will be here soon. I’ll let him deal with this.”
It was night again and the stars were hung like lanterns in the sky. The little wind was coming up the river, the little soft wind that Nance Allison loved.
Once more she sat in the doorway with Brand Fair beside her. There was no light on the table this time, so that she could not see his face with its quiet dark eyes, its thick hair above and the straight line of his lips with their gentle smile. But the feel of his arm against her own as he held the sleeping child, set up that nameless longing62 in her, the glowing glory of unknown joy which had become of late a sadness.
She was filled with vague sorrows and premonitions, as if, having found the priceless possession of this man’s companionship, she was about to lose it.
It was not death wholly that she feared, but a more subtle thing, an inhibition of the spirit, a gulf63 that seemed to lie all shadowy between them—a dark, mysterious gulf wherein the imperious face of Kate Cathrew swirled64 amid the shadows.
But presently Fair spoke and she shook off her forebodings.
“Nance,” he said softly, so low that his deep voice was scarce more than a whisper, “I have wanted to tell you more of my life and Sonny’s for a long time, but somehow it seemed too bad to add another’s burdens to those which you already bear, even though vicariously. However, the time seems nearly ripe for me to reap the reward, one way or another, of those years of effort and hardship which I have spent running Kate Cathrew to earth. What this reward will be I don’t know, of course. No one can foretell65. The men of Sky Line are a hard bunch, criminals and worse. They’ll never be dug out of that nest of theirs without a fight and a hard one. Somebody’s going to be killed, that’s certain!”
He heard the girl catch her breath in a little gasp28, and shifting Sonny, he put his arm around her.
“However it does come out, there’s one thing I want to tell you, a package I want to give you for safekeeping. Will you listen, Nance?”
The big girl nodded dumbly. Her heart was throbbing66 painfully, the breath labored67 in her lungs. A trembling set up along her muscles, and the stars seemed to dance on the black velvet68 of the sky.
She was more conscious of that arm on her shoulder than she had ever been of anything in all her life. Its magnetic touch thrilled her to her fingertips.
“I have been all over this land of ours,” he said presently, “and in some several others. I have met many women—of many classes. I have been no saint and no great sinner. But always in my secret heart there has been a place all swept and garnished—and empty, Nance.
“That place—a holy spot, a shrine70, if you will—most men would know what I mean—has been waiting—empty—all my life—because I never found the woman who fitted it. For its light there was no face to shine on, for its cool spaces no eyes to look down, for its marble floors no white feet to adore. Can you see what I mean, Nance, dear? It was the inner core of my heart, the veritable altar of my soul without a priestess.
“Since the day in Blue Stone Cañon when I first beheld71 you rocking the child in your lap—this secret place has been gloriously full. Nance—Nance—I have been like a worshipper without, laying my forehead to the sill. All the things I have dreamed of I find in you—the strength, the sweetness, the courage. You are beautiful as few women in this world are beautiful—and you are too good for any man. But I—have dared to love you.”
He ceased and turned his lips against her cheek.
For Nance Allison the stars were singing together at the dawn of creation, the glory of the spheres had appeared before her.
“Answer me, girl,” said Brand Fair tremulously, “tell me what’s in your heart.”
“I—I——” said Nance, “I—think it is the light from the open gates of Paradise—the smile of God Himself—because I am so happy!”
“Sonny, old-timer,” said Fair, “here’s where you take a back seat for once,” and he rolled the child, still sleeping like the healthy little animal he was, over on the floor.
When the man arose to go some aeons later he gave Nance the package which he had taken from a pocket.
“Keep it, Sweetheart,” he said, “and open it if—anything happens to me. It contains information vital to Sonny’s life and future—the address of the New York lawyer who knows all my affairs and his, and also copies of the proof he holds which can send Cattle Kate and Arnold and all their lot behind the bars for life. Take it straight to Sheriff Selwood if you have to act for me, and if he is alive and conscious. If not, Bossick will do in his stead. He’s a good man. There’s a picture in that package. Nance—the face of Sonny’s mother. But I’m not figuring that you’ll have any call to open it—not by a long shot. This is all by way of wise precaution, you know. Now give me one more kiss.”
Brand Fair rode away and the girl he left upon the cabin’s step was too far adrift on the seas of happiness to realize that he had not told her the one thing vital—who was Sonny’s father?
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